Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 22:59:18 -0600
From: Roy
Subject: Jess - Chapter One
Jess
Chapter One
by Roy Reinikainen
Casey West trotted into the living room, tugging on a pair of dark red,
tissue-thin running shorts. He ran his fingers through his hair, still
damp from the shower, as the doorbell rang a second time. "Coming!" He
shouted, adjusting his softening cock in the pouch of the shorts, making
sure he was presentable to whomever might be at the door.
He'd only just stepped from the shower and had stretched out on the bed,
prepared to masturbate, when the doorbell rang. He didn't want company.
This was supposed to be a weekend spent alone, a treat he'd been looking
forward to for weeks. His wife was away on a business trip for the next
ten days, and Andy, his son was joining some friends on a fishing trip to
celebrate his eighteenth birthday. 'I should have ignored the bell,' he
told himself, wishing he'd not already shouted that he was on his way.
He swung the door open prepared to show his irritation at the intrusion and
found himself facing Jess, his son's best friend. The young man smiled
brightly, his pale brown eyes sparkling with a barely contained humor Casey
had always found fascinating. A small silver ring hung from a
newly-pierced ear, something Jess' father and Casey's best friend, Emitt
had complained to Casey of.
"I wonder what else he's poked a hole in," Emitt groused during lunch one
day. "It's not cool to start poking extra holes in one's body." Casey had
given his friend an incredulous look.
"Showing your age, aren't you?" Emitt smiled and shrugged.
'I think the ring looks sexy,' Casey thought, seeing it for the first time
while the warm breeze ruffled the Jess' dark brown hair. He was wearing
baggy white shorts, slung low on his hips. His deep tan seemed even darker
when compared with the pale white skin of his lower belly. Jess thrust his
hands into the pockets of the shorts, pushing the front down even further,
revealing the barest hint of pubic hair. Casey felt a stirring in his
groin.
'I'd swear, the boy's teasing me,' he thought. He'd never seen Jess as a
potential sex partner, but then he'd never seen Jess dressed as he was.
"Hi Jess. What's happening?" He asked, trying not to undress the young
man with his eyes. He cleared his throat, wondering if Jess sensed his
discomfort, or had noticed the thickening of his cock. He was already
horny, and the sight of a half-naked guy only a few feet away was making
him very uncomfortable, as was the fact that he was finding it very
difficult to conceal his excitement behind the flimsy fabric of his running
shorts. "I'm afraid Andy's away for the weekend. Some friends are taking
him fishing as a gift for his birthday."
"Um, ah," Jess began, glancing at Casey, then away, only to end up focusing
on his sandal-clad feet. He cleared his throat and gave Casey an
apologetic look. "I'm not here to see Andy, Mr. West. I'm, uh . . . I'm
here to see you." He took a deep breath and glanced toward his home, next
door. "Can I come in?"
Casey swung the screen door open and moved aside as the young man stepped
out of the heat and into the cool house. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem. Everything's cool," Jess said, looking around. "Is
Mrs. West here?"
"No." Casey swung the front door closed and headed into the kitchen to get
the boy and himself a soft drink and attempt to slow his rapid breathing.
He quickly adjusted his penis and wondered what was getting into him. Just
because he had and Jess' father had played long ago, it didn't mean Jess
was available. 'Besides,' Casey thought pushing the refrigerator door
closed, 'He's barely more than a child. I've known him since he was born!
"She's away on a business trip," he shouted over his shoulder, once again
attempting to move his cock to a more comfortable position. It was a
difficult thing to do in the skimpy confines of his running shorts.
"She'll be gone for at least a week. Why do you ask?" He inquired,
walking into the living room.
Jess still had his hands in his pockets. He was staring out of the large
window to the front yard. Casey paused, fascinated by the sight of Jess'
baggy shorts clinging to the boy's firm buttocks. There was a broad swath
of creamy-white skin between the waist of his shorts and the beginning of
his tan. He turned around and gave Casey a self-conscious smile, a slight
blush darkening his cheeks.
Casey offered the young man a chilled can of soda and motioned for him to
have a seat. Jess nodded his thanks and perched on the edge of the sofa
grasping the soda can in both hands, his long fingers interlacing. 'Damn,'
Casey thought. 'The boy even *smells* good!'
"Why do you ask about Mrs. West," Casey repeated, wondering at the sudden
nervous bounce of Jess' right leg.
"Uh, just wondering if you were alone or something," Jess answered,
fidgeting in his seat, glancing from side to side. He took a long swallow
from the can and then set it on the table.
"Okay Jess," Casey said. "What's going on? I'm finding it very strange
that you're wanting to speak with me, and aren't here to see Andy." He sat
back and made himself comfortable, taking a long swallow from the canned
soda, raising his eyebrows in an encouraging move, as Jess continued to
fidget. All thought of his thickening cock was forgotten as he wondered
what Jess would have to say.
"I usually find," Casey said in a nonchalant tone, "that it's always best
to say what's on one's mind. The consequences are rarely as dire as one
would expect." He grinned to himself as he watched Jess try to control the
nervous bounce of his leg. "In other words," Casey finally said. "Out
with it!"
"Well, um," Jess began, gripping his hands together tight enough to turn
the knuckles white. "You promise you won't get mad or tell my dad?"
Casey frowned, trying to imagine what the boy could possibly want. "Hmm,"
he murmured, unable to come up with any reason why his son's best friend
would be wanting to speak to him alone. "I *can* promise not to become
angry. If I think it's necessary to talk to your father, the two of us
will decide what I tell him before I say anything. Would that work for
you?"
"You won't freak?"
"Geez, Jess. Gimmie a break! How do I know I won't freak? I can only
promise I won't get angry and that I won't shout or anything; isn't that
good enough?
"Well?" Casey prompted.
"Mr. West . . ." Jess took a deep breath and then audibly swallowed.
"I've been wanting to ask you something for a long time. Since I'm
eighteen, and Andy is away . . . well, I thought, now would be the time."
'If the poor boy doesn't stop breathing like that he's going to
hyperventilate,' Casey thought, noticing Jess' white-knuckled grip as he
continued to clasp both of his hands together.
Jess took a deep breath and plunged on. "All my life, I've thought that
you're the coolest guy I know. You're so big and strong. You laugh a
lot." He shyly smiled. "I like your laugh." He took another breath.
"Well, Andy is all the time telling me what a great guy you are and how you
guys wrestle and laugh and stuff." Jess cast a slightly panicked look in
Casey's direction.
"My dad doesn't do any of those kinds of things with my brother or me,"
Jess plunged on. "He's so serious all the time. He's a great guy . . ."
"But . . ." Casey prompted.
"I'm not here to ask you to wrestle, or anything like that."
"Okay," Casey drawled, more perplexed than ever. "If you're not going to
ask me to wrestle, what is it that I can do for you?"
Jess licked his lips. "'Member, you promised not to get mad or yell or
stuff." He paused a moment, lost in thought. "And don't laugh, either. I
don't think I could handle you laughing at me . . . at least not right
now."
Casey nodded, opening a hand in a silent invitation for Jess to continue.
Another deep breath. "Well, since you're so cool and stuff, I . . . uh,
hum, I'd like to have sex with you. I'd like you to fuck me." Jess
stopped breathing and hunched his head down as if waiting for a blow,
glancing warily at the man sitting close-by. Casey heard him swallow in
the quiet room.
"Fuck you?"
Jess nodded warily. The response was not anything like what he had
expected. Mr. West even had a slight smile on his face, as if he wasn't
quite sure he had heard correctly.
"Why? Why me, and not one of your friends?" He studied Jess. "Have you
and Andy . . .?" Jess immediately shook his head.
"No, I've never done anything . . . sexual . . . with anyone." He made a
face. "Well, my brother *Ben* and I have beat off together, but that's
all. Andy and I have never done anything. Not even talking, or stuff."
"Why me, Jess?"
"Because every time I even *think* about you, I get hard." He gave Casey a
guilty look. "You don't mind me talking like this, do you?"
Casey snorted and shook his head, smiling. 'Here, the boy is asking me
fuck him, and is worried that I might object to him using the word!'
Jess raked his fingers through his hair and then licked his lips. "As for
my friends . . ." He made a face. "I'm not interested in them. They're
too much like me. I'm interested in someone older." He paused. "In you!
"Geez, Mr. West. You have no idea what it's like for me to watch you mow
the lawn in your running shorts. You know, the ones with the slit up the
side to your waist?" He reached down and adjusted himself, apparently
unaware of what he was doing. "I've beat-off so many times, wondering
what's underneath those shorts. I've imagined doing stuff with you
. . . things I've seen on the Internet, and stuff I've heard the guys talk
about."
"Like?" Casey prompted, trying mightily to not show Jess how much the talk
was turning him on.
"Like what I'd like to do?"
Casey nodded.
"I want, more than just about anything, to taste your sperm." Casey
couldn't help himself. He sharply inhaled, imagining his thick jiz coating
the young man's tongue. Jess looked up at the noise, but didn't seem to be
aware he was the cause.
"I've never sucked on a guy's dick, but I'd like to suck on yours. I'd
like to kiss you, and feel your tongue against mine." He gave Casey
another shy look. "I've never kissed anyone . . . like that, before.
"And, I'd like to have you fuck me." He groaned slightly, openly groping
himself. "I've stuck my fingers up my butt lots of times, imagining they
were your dick, but . . ." He shrugged. "They weren't very satisfying.
"I've heard of rimming," he continued, smiling when he noticed the older
man's cock stiffening. "But, I've never done that either." He decided to
go for broke, and speared Casey with a sharp look.
"Have *you* ever had your asshole licked, Mr. West?"
"Um . . ." Casey cleared his throat, and nodded once. "It was awesome."
"Did Mrs. West lick your butt hole?"
"You like talking dirty, don't you, young man?" Jess blushed.
"Well . . . did she?"
"No, it happened before I got married."
"But, you liked it?"
"Oh, yeah. Like I said, it's an awesome feeling to have . . . someone's
tongue lapping at your hole, and see their face buried between your
cheeks."
Jess groaned, leaning back on the sofa and spreading his legs. He openly
groped the mound of his shorts. The top of his pubic hair was now on
display. He glanced at Casey and then slipped a hand underneath his
shorts, openly masturbating himself. He knew he was putting on a show for
the older man, and was getting off by how his actions seemed to be exciting
his friend's father.
"That is so hot," Jess sighed, tightening the cheeks of his butt and
thrusting up against his hand. "I can almost see . . . someone, sticking
their tongue up inside you. You'd be on your back, with your knees pulled
back to your shoulders so your hole would be wide open." Jess adjusted his
erection so the tip of his cock's head was visible above the waist of his
shorts. He ran a forefinger of the end and then licked his finger. "Have
you ever licked someone's butt hole, Mr. West?"
"Jess . . ." Casey drawled.
"Answer me!" Jess demanded, his sharp voice rough with passion. "Have you
ever stuck your tongue up a guy's asshole?"
Casey nodded. "A long time ago." Jess tilted his head back and closed his
eyes as he continued playing with himself.
"Oh, shit," he groaned. He suddenly pulled his hand from beneath the
waistband of his shorts. "I've gotta stop feeling myself up or I'll pop."
He looked at Casey with passion-glazed eyes.
"Please, Mr. West. I'm begging you. Please, would you fuck me?" The plea
was hardly more than a whimper. "I want to feel you on top of me, and *in*
me. I want to give you as much pleasure as you're giving me." He leaned
forward and rested his elbows on his bare knees. "Please shoot your sperm
inside my ass hole."
"Jess . . . Your my best friend's son! What would your father say if he
ever found out that I took advantage of his son?"
Jess sprang to his feet and walked across the room, a pronounced mound at
his groin, and even more pubic hair on display. He turned back. "You're
not taking advantage of me. Remember . . . I'm the one who *asked*. I'm
old enough to ask without either of us getting into trouble."
"Easy, Jess. I know you're old enough, but there is the kind of trouble
one has with the law, and then there's the kind of trouble one has when one
alienates one's friends. Your father and I grew up together, Jess. We've
always been best of friends. I won't do *anything* to screw that
friendship up. No matter how much I would like to."
"You'd like to fuck me?"
"Of course, I'd like to! You are an incredibly handsome young man. I've
never done anything with someone your age. In fact, I haven't done
anything with a man sine before I was married, but . . . yes. If your dad
and I weren't friends, I'd jump at the chance."
"To fuck me? Say it!"
"Shit yes! I'd love to fuck you! I'd love to kiss you, and suck your
cock, and taste your sperm. I'd love to spread your ass cheeks and stick
my tongue up your butt. I'd love to do *everything* with you."
"Would you let me do all those things to you?"
"Jess . . . like I said, I can't."
Jess paced across the living room and then back. "I won't tell Dad. He'll
never find out."
"He may not know, Jess, but *I'd* know. My conscience wouldn't be clear.
I'd feel as if I'd betrayed a trust."
Jess flopped down onto the sofa, immersed in dejection. "Shit." He paused
and then shouted at the top of his lungs. "Shit! I hate it."
"Being able to live with ones self is like that sometimes." Casey held up
a hand to prevent an angry rejoinder. "I know. I shouldn't have said
that. It makes me sound like an old man . . . or something." He grinned,
hoping to diffuse Jess' anger.
They silently looked into one another's eyes, and finally Jess snorted a
laugh, but still didn't look at all happy.
"I wonder if Dad ever fooled around with another guy. Maybe he'd
understand what I'm asking. I've heard that most guys play around with
someone as they're growing up. "Y'think he might have?"
"Playing with someone when you're a teenager is entirely different than
having one's son ask if it's okay to have one's best friend plug his butt."
"Maybe he'd want to watch." Jess began laughing, his pent-up emotions
finally boiling over. "Imagine! Dad, watching you fuck me!" His laughter
slowly faded and he glanced up.
"Sounds fuckin' hot. To have my Dad watching as you stick your cock up my
butt hole." He squirmed on the sofa. "Damn, I'd swear that my hole is
itching to feel you stretch it." He spread his legs lewdly wide and
scratched at the fabric of his shorts, as if he were scratching his hole.
He moaned slightly, resting his head on the back of the sofa with his eyes
closed.
"Are you sure you've never done anything like this, Jess? I mean, you seem
pretty versed in the language."
"You mean, I talk dirty?" Jess nodded, wearing a lewd smile. "Do you like
dirty talk, Mr. West? Would you like to slide your dick into me while my
father watches?" Jess leaned forward, intently watching Casey's eyes.
"I can see that you *would* like to have him watch the two of us. Is that
why you wear a pair of skimpy shorts when you mow the lawn? To show the
neighborhood how big a bulge you have, and how round your butt is? While
you're pushing the lawn mower, have you ever imagined me masturbating while
I watched you?
"You like having sex with guys, don't you, Mr. West? You'd like having sex
with me . . . wouldn't you?"
Casey was falling under the young man's hypnotic spell. He groaned and
nodded, the scene playing out on his closed eyelids. "Oh yes, Jess; I
would love it."
"Would you like to watch me masturbate, Mr. West? Would you like to see me
finger my butt hole, and imagine the heat of my hole surrounding your
cock?" Jess lay back, sprawled out on the sofa, his legs stretched out in
front of him as he cupped the mound of his erection with both hands.
"You want to see what my dick is like, don't you, Mr. West? You'd like to
see me shoot a big load all over my chest, and imagine what I taste like
. . . wouldn't you?" He toyed with his nipples. "Would licking my sperm
off my chest and stomach make you feel all weird the next time you see
Dad?"
Casey had fallen under the younger man's spell. He'd been horned-up to max
*before* Jess had arrived, and now, he was beyond anything he'd ever
experienced. The word horny, did nothing to describe what he was feeling.
"You want me to strip-off, Mr. West? I'm not wearing any underwear, you
know." He squeezed his cock which was fully hard and had found its way
down the right leg of his shorts. "Would you like me to stand in front of
you, naked as the day I was born, and tease you?" He ran his fingers down
the length of his erection and then glanced up, his eyes reflecting the
passion he was feeling. "Would you like for me to spread my ass cheeks so
you can see my boy hole? Would you like to smell it . . . touch it?" He
paused. "Lick it?"
Jess raised his right arm, and then sniffed at his hairy pit. "I like a
guy's smell," he continued, in his hypnotic voice. "Would you like to lick
my pits, Mr. West?" Jess slowly licked as much of his armpit as he could.
Next, Jess turned his attention to his small nipples. "Would you like to
tease my nips with your tongue?" He groaned and lewdly writhed on the
sofa, thrusting a hand beneath his shorts. "Would you like to see my
teenage dick, Mr. West?" He withdrew his hand and licked his fingers.
"Geez, I'm leaking a lot, today."
Casey groaned, groping himself, as he watched Jess unfasten the snap at the
waist of his shorts and the slowly begin to lower the zipper."
"Tell me, you want to see me jack off." He paused, the zipper only
half-way down, exposing his dark brown pubic bush. "Tell me you want to
see me buck naked." He ran the fingers of one hand through his pubic hair
while he toyed with a nipple with the other.
"C'mon, Mr. West. I know you're dying to see me naked."
"Let me see your cock, Jess," Casey groaned. "Stand close enough to me so
that you can wipe the slimy head of your cock over my chest." Now, it was
Jess' turn to groan. He lowered the zipper of his shorts the rest of the
way and fished out his erection. It was thick and straight, above a set of
large round testicles.
"Beat off in front of me, Jess," Casey urged. "Stand close enough so that
your thick sperm covers the hair of my chest." He lovingly ran the open
palms of both hands over his hairy chest, pausing a moment at the nipples,
as Jess watched, mesmerized. He raised an arm and sniffed the wiry hair of
his armpit.
"You'd love to bury your nose in my pits, wouldn't you, Jess? You'd love
to lick 'em, tasting my man-sweat." Jess groaned loudly.
"Strip off the shorts, Jess," he coaxed. "Stand in front of me and cover
me with your hot sperm."
Jess slowly stood, his white shorts sliding down his legs and puddling on
the floor. "C'mon, Jess. Let me see you shoot."
"You strip too, Mr. West. I wanna see the cock that I've dreamt of for
years." He saw Casey's hesitation. "I won't touch you, and you won't
touch me. We're just two horny guys who want to watch the other shoot a
load."
Casey bit his lip and then raised his hips and slid his shorts down to the
floor.
"Holy fucking shit," Jess groaned, grasping his own cock at its base. "You
are more wonderful than I ever imagined." He took the few steps separating
him from the older man.
"C'mon, Jess," Casey urged, scooting to the edge of the chair in which he'd
been sitting, and spreading his knees wide enough for Jess to move closer.
"Wipe the head of your cock across my chest."
Jess stepped between Casey's knees, but instead of wiping his cock across
Casey's chest, he slowly swiped it across the older man's cheek and lips,
leaving behind a shiny trail of pre-cum. He chuckled at Casey's sharp
indrawn breath.
"Someday, you're gonna fuck me, Mr. West. You're gonna lay on your back
and watch as I spread my butt cheeks and squat on your tongue so you can
lick my asshole." He touched the oozing piss-slit to Casey's lower lip,
briefly resting the widely-flared head of his penis on Casey's
barely-parted lips.
"Someday," he murmured, stepping back slightly.
He looked down at Casey's large erection which sprang from a thick bed of
black pubic hair, and licked his lips. "Someday, that thing is gonna shoot
its load deep inside my hole." He turned around and leaned forward,
spreading the cheeks of his butt, exposing his hairless pink pucker.
"It won't be long, Mr. West, and this hole will be yours." He relaxed and
then tightened his sphincter, watching Casey begin masturbating his own
cock from between his spread legs. "You like the look of my teenage
boy-hole?" Jess reached around with one hand and ran his forefinger over
the small opening, pausing to circle the pucker before pushing his finger
inside, to the first knuckle.
"Someday . . . soon, your cock's gonna slide into me."
"You enjoy showing off, don't you, Jess?" Casey breathed, stroking his
now-slippery penis. "You not only enjoy talking dirty; you enjoy showing
your sexy body off."
"Just like you do." Jess answered. He turned around and began stroking his
long cock, stopping from time to time to rub a thumb over his piss slit,
and spread the pre-cum around the widely flared head. "We *both* like to
show off, don't we?"
"Oh, yeah," Casey groaned. "I'm getting close, boy."
"Me too," Jess gasped. He slowed his strokes, bent his knees slightly, and
then paused, squeezing tightly a moment before he gasped and his piss slit
opened wide and spewed out a thick strand of sperm which slammed against
the hair of Casey's chest. The first had no sooner hit than it was
followed by another.
The moment Jess' cum touched him, Casey's own cock erupted, contracting as
it shot three streams of sperm onto one of Jess' legs. He grunted with the
force of each shot, and then collapsed back onto the sofa, totally spent,
as the young man watched, still milking his slowly softening penis.
"That was so hot," Jess murmured, and then leaned forward so he could scoop
Casey's sperm from where it had hit his leg. He exhibited the thick white
liquid which formed a web between his fingers to Casey, and then slowly and
deliberately licked across the palm of his hand and then sucked each
finger.
"Wipe off the tip of my cock," Jess ordered. "Use your thumb. I wanna see
you taste my jiz." He held the base of his own penis steady as Casey
leaned forward and wiped a thumb over the drooling head. He displayed the
thick strand he had collected, and then extended his tongue and sucked in
the thumb clean, while his other hand massaged the remainder of Jess' sperm
into the hair of his chest. Casey looked up from where he was sitting and
saw the twinkle in Jess' eyes.
A moment later, Jess squatted in front of him, kissed his own fingers and
gently pressed them against Casey's mouth.
"Someday, soon . . . I hope, I'll be able to do that with my lips," he
murmured. His eyes widened as Casey repeated the gesture, only pausing
long enough to lovingly run a forefinger over Jess' lips.
"Someday soon," he repeated. "Someday soon."
~ to be continued ~
Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I *always* welcome your
email and enjoy hearing your thoughts. If you would like me to send a pic
of the character(s), please ask.
In addition to this story, I have a few other stories you may want to read.
'Phalen' and its sequel, 'Phalen - Finding Happiness', as well as 'Leith',
'Chris', and my newest story, 'Owen', are located in Nifty's College
Section. 'Wesley' is located in the Adult Relationships section. I hope
you enjoy them all.
Roy Reinikainen
roynm@mac.com
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